 ... land of strangers. They have but fallen before us : for, one day, we must fall. Why dost thou build the hall, son of the winged days ? Thou lookest from thy towers to-day ; yet a few years, and the blast of the desert comes ; it howls in thy empty...  Specimens of the Russian Poets - Page 861821 - 239 pagesFull view - About this book
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...the blast of the desert comes. It howls in thy empty court, and whistles round thy half worn shield. Let the blast of the desert come; we shall be renowned in our day ! " 416 417 " Л1аз, whither go the m.'ii th.it were mighty, That they come not to succour me! О... | |
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